Turn Up The Lights. I Don't Want

He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine And Blood-red Tissue And Clear Weather.

Not Very Long Ago Some One Invented The Assertion That There Were Only "four Hundred" People In New York City Who Were Really Worth Noticing. But A Wiser Man Has Arisen - The Census Taker - And His Larger Estimate Of Human Interest Has Been Preferred In Marking Out The Field Of These Little Stories Of The "four Million.

Broadway - The Great Sluice That Washes Out The Dust Of The Gold-mines Of Gotham.

We May Achieve Climate, But Weather Is Thrust Upon Us.

The Most Notable Thing About Time Is That It Is So Purely Relative. A Large Amount Of Reminiscence Is, By Common Consent, Conceded To The Drowning Man; And It Is Not Past Belief That One May Review An Entire Courtship While Removing One's Gloves.